Hurricane Force
All participants are over the age of 18. No person, living or dead, is portrayed. Very mild pee stuff. Period sex. No animals were hurt in the production of this tail.
That god damned cat! He was the cause of our problems. OK, so maybe he was only the proximate cause but close enough for government work.
My two younger sisters and I were vacationing at the beach in North Carolina. Kind of late, in end of September. It was much less crowded then than in the summer. We could vacation then because we had the free time. I'm Rory Jenkins, aged beyond my years at 27. My sisters, June and Brandy, were 25 and 24, respectively.
We had all gotten our college out of the way. After high school I enlisted in the army. Served as an airborne ranger with the 75
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Ranger Regiment till I got hurt in a night parachute jump. It was severe enough for me to be medically discharged after only a little over two years. Then the GI bill and a 30% disability helped me go to college. I had gotten my degree in forestry and worked for the U.S. Parks Service as a ranger in Yosemite National Park. Since I had worked all spring and summer without any time off, I took the last two weeks of September off.
June was a veterinarian assistant. I think the equivalent of a PA. Brandy was currently unemployed, having just been laid off at the store she managed when it was bought out by a chain.
I had gotten married my senior year in college. It lasted all of two years. My ex-wife suddenly developed a case of spread-legs fever whenever I was out of town. Came home unexpectedly and found her being spit-roasted by two of my ex-friends. My first inclination was to beat the shit out of all three. They could see it in my eyes and I saw fear in theirs. What we were taught in Ranger School was to evaluate the situation before acting, so the next thought was that if she cared so little for me, why should I care about her? End of marriage, end of friendships. (Not that I really blame them: She waved it in their faces but they should have exercised better judgement.)
Neither of my sisters were married. Both dated rarely, June almost never.
The family used to go to the beach every year while we were growing up. It kind of petered out by the time I was out of the army, so this was starting a tradition from scratch. Our parents were both lawyers and heavily involved in a major litigation, so couldn't make it this time.
We got a nice house on the beach on one of the barrier islands. It was just off the beach and up on 12' stilts. It had 3 bedrooms, since we initially planned for the parents. One bedroom had bunk beds to accommodate the girls. Once the parents bailed, it was too late to not lose our deposit. Since I arranged and paid for the house, I took the master bedroom. It had its own bathroom while the girls shared another bathroom.
Guess some more detailed introductions are in order. I'm 5'10" and about 175 pounds. Never been skinny and since the outside is my world, in good shape. Besides the training the army gave me in close combat, I took a couple of martial arts forms. Never got expert in any of them, just took from each form what suited me. So, that gave me very broad shoulders and a hairy chest. Well, wide shoulders but the hairy chest was right. Like my sisters and parents, I have dark brown hair and brown, almost black, eyes. All my life I've kept my hair in a crew-cut. Need glasses for reading, while my sisters need them for distance vision. Given that I work as a forest ranger, got a deep tan, including my sparsely covered head. Have a scar across my forehead, courtesy of a belt buckle in a bar fight.
June and Brandy are facially very similar. You'd immediately identify them as sisters. June is slightly taller, at 5'4" to Brandy's 5'3". Brown hair and eyes. June's is a little darker and she wears her hair in a ponytail. Brandy keeps hers short - doesn't reach her collar. Neither of them would win a beauty contest. I think they are pretty, albeit I'm somewhat biased. Guess you'd really describe them as cute, on a good day, or ordinary otherwise. You probably wouldn't pick them out in a crowd. June has one set of earrings in each ear while Brandy has three. Fortunately, neither went for nose, lip or other facial piercings. They may have them in seldom-seen places but I couldn't confirm, other than no bellybutton jewelry.
They differ most in body shape. June is slender as a rail, maybe weighing barely on the north side of 100 pounds. She's fit but her tits could only be described as miniscule. Brandy seems to have gotten what June missed. Brandy is an easy C-cup and probably a 38" bust. Alas, June also missed out on the ass distribution to Brandy. While June does look female in a bikini, Brandy has an ass you'd love to wrap around your face.
Should say a couple of things about them. Both sisters have the kind of aurora that if you met them, you would feel that you had met your sister. They were comfortable. Now, that's not conducive to finding a boyfriend. Wouldn't say they projected this image but it was immediately apparent. That was certainly one of the reasons they had few dates. Most guys don't have any interest in dating their sisters.
Add to it that Brandy had a strange view of sex. She was 100% opposed to pre-marital sex, and by extension, pre-engagement, and pre-boyfriend sex. Some exploration appeared possible but most guys didn't want to find out where the limits were.
June was less inhibited. She probably would have been fine with pre-marital sex if she could have found the right guy. Some emotional attachment was required, as well. However, it had to be acknowledged that her plain looks, which she made little effort to enhance, didn't make guys take a second look. Since she didn't have much in the chest and her ass was small and flat, she didn't generate much interest and little opportunity to test her limits. They both were rather lacking in self-confidence. Probably some of my fault for taking so careful care of them.
I loved both of my sisters. I truly loved them. Family. Our parents were always so busy that I fulfilled their role with June and Brandy. While, at times, I thought of them as pesky little sisters who were pains-in-the-ass, they were my world. (Perhaps too much, as my ex-wife claimed. She was a single child from a broken home and never understood the concept of family.) Needless to say, I was their protector all their lives. I was big for my age, starting in middle school. It didn't take long for all bullies and would-be Lotharios to learn that nobody was going to fuck with them as long as I was around. Even after I graduated from high school and was in the army, one guy got too handsy with Brandy. I was home on leave and had a little discussion with him. Didn't touch him but he pissed in his pants, nevertheless.
We ended up at the same college. Lived together in a three-bedroom apartment. Our parents were very happy that I could keep an eye on them. Both had been a little rebellious their senior years in high school, so they hoped that I would be a positive influence. Think it worked, as four years of college just passed quickly. Only my last year turned out to be a problem with my now ex-wife. Both sisters were always unhappy with her. They told me she was a tramp and worthless cunt (their words) but I didn't listen till events showed they were right. Only got a minimal "told you so" from them.
And then there was George. George was June's damn cat. She saved him from the needle at the vet clinic she worked at. He was a stray with a bad case of mange when he was brought in. Not sure why but she and cat became attached to each other. When skinny George recovered from his medical problems, he became big George. Probably weighed in at close to 20 pounds of light gray fur. All his affection was directed towards June. He barely tolerated anyone else. He and I signed a mutual non-aggression pact: I would leave him alone and if he left me alone I wouldn't shoot him.
So, now we're on vacation. I was very happy to be with them, George excluded. Yes, she insisted that he was invited.
I arrived first, since I flew in and rented a car, to get the house ready. That consisted of turning on the air conditioner to a livable level and getting food and drink. June picked up Brandy and drove the hours needed to reach the house. By the time they arrived, the house was comfortable, the beer cold and I was in my swim trunks. Heard the car arrive, so was standing in the door with cold beers. I was greeted by a swarm of arms around me and kisses on the cheek. Proud to say that not a drop of beer was spilled.
Put their stuff in the appropriate bedrooms. George, in his carrier cage, went onto the screened in porch. The girls went into their swim suits. Don't see how so much could be stuffed into so little. Well, to be honest, June didn't have a lot to stick in. What she had looked great in a very tiny black bikini. Especially from the rear. Her ass was tight and just big enough that my two big hands could grab handfuls, if I so dared. Not that I was envisioning my hands doing that (right). It was just a good metric. Her tits were small but she chose to barely cover the nipples with a couple of postage stamps. The bottom wasn't much larger. I did a double take when she walked out of her room.
"Holy shit, June, where's the rest of your suit?"
